7700/Does It Come In a Tux

Does It Come In a Tux
Date of Scene:	01 June 2019
Location:	Janet's Room - Avengers Mansion
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Captain Marvel (Danvers), Wasp (van Dyne)

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Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
A simple knock on the door announces someone on the other side, but the voice discloses it's Carol. "Janet...you in there? Wanted to thank you for that unbelivable dress!"

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"Hang on!" There's a sound of running water stopping, and then a few seconds later the door opens a sliver. Janet peeks out from the doorcrack. "It's just you? Okay. C'mon in!" She opens the door and ushers Carol in, then closes it quickly.

"I was just getting out of the shower. C'mon in, sit!" Janet beckons. She holds a black kimono-type silk robe around her, water blotching the fabric and her short pixie cut plastered to her head. "I don't want Steve to see me without my face on," she says, gesturing at her lack of cosmetics.

Janet pads on bare feet back around the corner to her bathroom. "So the dress, yeah? You love it?" she calls back around the corner.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
Carol walks in, laughing, "is it just me, or do I always catch you at a bad time?" She asks, grinning. At Janet's urging, she walks in to take a seat while Janet finishes readying up. "Oh, I wouldn't blame you, Janet. I know you're absolute perfection."

"I don't normally wear dresses, but it's fabulous, Janet, I adore it. I'll definitely wear it to the next formal I have to go to in lieu of my Air Force uniform." That should please Janet, "I did want to ask though, any chance you might do me another solid, and get me a tux as well? I promise to be kind and gentle with it, not like Steve The Brute."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"Honey, for you? Anything," Janet assures her friend. "I looked up the rules, I guess that girls can wear pretty much whatever you want to a formal event as long as it's 'dressy'," she remarks. "Rules. Regs? Whatever. I was trying to get Steve to wear his fancy uniform with his sword and he wouldn't do it. Something something regulations. Fine, I'll learn the damn regulations, then!"

She steps back out into her room and heads to the wardrobe in the corner, clad in tight black boyshorts and a white and black lace bra. A yellow sundress is pulled out of the large storage unit and she shrugs into it, then steps into a pair of designer yellow heels she pulls out of the same Narnian-style infinite space. The 4" heel is a little aggressive for casual wear, but the white dots on the heels give them a whimsical look.

"What kind of tux do you want? Boy's tux? Girlie tux?" Janet asks, clipping diamonds to her earlobes. She's a seasoned enough hand not to wear piercings anymore. "I could see you rocking the coat and tails, with a vest, but then like, trousers and black pumps. No, red pumps," she amends, a beat later. "And a red cummerbund."

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
"Did anyone ever tell you that you're the best friend ever, Janet?" Carol asks with a beaming smile, before immediately following up with, "don't answer, it was rhetorical! Of course!"

Carol does look disappointed at Steve's refusal to entertain Janet, "want me to talk to him? If you want the dress uniform with the sword, you should get it. Heck, I'll wear my dress uniform if it'll make him feel better!"

When Janet starts naming tux's styles, Carol looks a bit embarrassed, as she notes, "haven't actually thought that far out...to be fair, I may not be as fashion forward as you...by the way, you look amazing, and it only took you minutes. I'm impressed."

She tries to keep up with Janet's racing thoughts, nodding at one thing she catches at the end, "red cummerbund would look classy, right?"

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Jane just beams back at Carol. "Nono, I've got Steve handled. Don't worry. Half the fun is talking him into doing something he doesn't wanna do."

"The cummerbund would be a sharp look, though, yeah. I mean I don't just wanna put *that* body--" she wiggles an index finger at Carol's unfairly perfect proportions-- "in a men's tux. So we take some liberties with the cut of the jacket, flare the lapels, make it a single-button but waaay down by the navel, open the chest up so it's all--" she pushes her hands together in front of her sternum, then opens them with an arch of her back. "Kapow! But in a sexy way, not a slutty way," she assures Carol, quickly. "So yeah. Red heels, red sash, maybe a little gold on the bowtie, it's a nod to the Cap'n Marvel look and you'll look sexy in a way no one can possibly object to."

"Oh! I could even come up with a classy top hat for you," she adds, grinning suddenly.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
"Oh you're getting him to do what he doesn't want to? Now I see why van Dyne is such a fashion empire," Carol notes in amusement, considering it no small fear that Janet is boasting.

She laughs at the compliment that Janet gives her, drinking it in without complaint. "I get what you're saying," Carol nods along, Janet's gesticulations making it so much easier to visualize something out of nothing. "I think it would look quite spectacular, only down side is I might make the tabloids with a striking look like that."

The top hat gives Carol a bit of pause, "wouldn't that be too, ermm...20s?"

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"That's the whole /point/," Janet says with the sound of someone who knows her infinite patience is being tried. "It's meant to be super stylish and bold and everyone is talking about it."

She bobs to her feet and moves to her drafting table to pick up a sketchpad, and drags a rack of colored pencils out from under some clutter. Unlike the rest of her room, the artist's table is a chaotic mess of colors, designs, and half-finished sketches. She kneels on her stool instead of adjusting it to sit and bows her head over the paper for a minute. "We want to make people talk about you. There's this great saying I learned, it's that 'Art is meant to evoke feelings. It may make you angry or disgusted or confused or happy or sad, but the one thing art can never be is *boring*.'"

She turns around the sketchpad, revealng a fast-dashed image of someone who's clearly Carol-- those tennis player shoulders, milkmaid curves, runner's legs. Red stands out on the hatband, the cummerbund, the shoes, and black lines emphasize Carol's athletic frame under the elegant contours of the tux. "See? You don't have to love it, but you just have to *wear* it and then everyone will love it because *you* wear it."